Henry Constantine was relishing this rare privilege of being accommodated overnight in the guest quarters of the President along with prosecutor Tristan Morris.“This is so surreal, who would've thought we'd be spending the night at the White House?” Henry remarked, chuckling while remembering what William said that he'd be sleeping in prison.“The moment I decided to join forces with you, Henry, I knew I was in for an adventure, but I never thought it would lead me here, to the place I left behind long ago,” said Tristan, his eyes twinkling with amusement.“Speaking of which, I've been meaning to ask you, how did that happen?” Henry was curious about the circumstances that led to Tristan's estrangement from his ex-wife, Clementine Dewey.“It's a long story,” Tristan said with a somber tone. “We were married for a while, but things... didn't work out.”Henry sensed the pain beneath his stoic facade. He patted his back. “Umm, it's okay, man. You don't have to talk about it if you're no
A day of reckoning had arrived where Henry Constantine had been tirelessly pursuing a sinister secret veiled within the towering facade of Prometheus Pharmaceuticals company led by Columbus Parker.In the dim twilight of the early morning, Henry guise as George Thompson and was with Agent Harley West of the National Bureau of Investigation and trusted prosecutor Tristan Morris to prepare for a raid that would shake the pharmaceutical industry to its core.The NBI received irrefutable evidence that Columbus Parker, the CEO of Prometheus Pharmaceuticals, was operating an illicit production and distribution of illegal drugs.“Tris, you have to be careful.” George was worried for his cousin because he knows Parker is connected to some high-powered people and might target him. It is possible that there are other big-time drug lords who may be affected, and they will surely be targeted to prevent their drug operations from failing.“We have the element of surprise on our side, he'll never s
Henry never expected Margaret to hug him, who had never shown him any affection in their loveless marriage."Henry, you don't need to pretend to be someone else. I accept you for who you are," Henry refused to believe her words because they contradicted his actions."No, you don't accept me. You only see me as an option when you have problems. You can't even accept me as your husband because I don't meet your standards, and I understand that, but I can't help but wonder what's wrong with me, if I'm the kind of person who is unlovable." Even now, Henry is still hurt by the fact that Margaret Wellington does not accept him as her husband. She's just pretending to be his wife, but he really hates it."There's nothing wrong with you, Henry. I just don't know why I can't seem to love you. I'm trying to let my heart feel you, but there's a feeling that I can't understand about you, as if you're the person who could shatter my world," Margaret said, wanting to be honest with him. "I'm just n
Tristan Morris invited Henry to Ravenstone to celebrate his success in getting Columbus Parker prosecuted and won back his ex-wife, the President's daughter, Clementine Dewey."Congratulations, Tristan. I am glad you've accomplished your mission," Henry said, raising his glass in a toast. "You pulled off a remarkable victory." "Thank you, Henry. I couldn't have done it without you and George," Tristan smiled, his eyes twinkling with pride. "It was indeed a challenging case, but we managed to bring justice." "You're one of a kind, Tristan," Henry, raising his glass in a toast again." You pulled off a remarkable victory." As they sipped their drinks, Tristan couldn't resist sharing how he won back the love of his life. "Henry, guess what? I had a wonderful night with her. We had a romantic date, and I proposed to her." "Wow! That's great," Henry was surprised at how quickly things had moved. "She said yes! I'm going to get married again," Tristan chuckles. Henry laughed along, but
Henry succeeded in taking down Columbus Parker and was never seen again by the world. Now, Henry's life has returned to normal, but he still hasn't been able to return to Willow Creek because the Wellingtons are angry with him for what he did at the royal event the other week. Today, Margaret accompanied him to enter the mansion because Henry wanted to ask for forgiveness from his mother-in-law for the trouble he caused. "Who said that jerk can enter here?!" Madame Ofelia dictated when she saw her son-in-law's face."Mother, can you please listen to Henry's explanation? There's a reason why he did that, so please give him a chance to explain," Margaret hoped she would listen."I don't want to hear such excuses. Your husband is simply a buffoon who cannot be trusted with anything important," Madame Ofelia dismissively waved her hand."It was an accident and I was just protecting my wife against that evil man who pulled out a blade. He could have stabbed Margaret with it," Henry clarif
When they navigated their boat back to Ravenstone, they approached the sprawling shoreline, the sight of the abandoned lighthouse looming ominously in the distance.Docking their boat, they made their way to the majestic manor and Mr. Nolan Howard was sitting on the terrace."How was fishing? Looks like you had some fun.""We enjoyed fishing, but there's something we need to tell you," Tristan began. "We saw a stranger we didn't recognize watching us from the abandoned lighthouse."Mr. Howard listened intently as they recounted their encounter with the stranger at the lighthouse. "A perplexing matter indeed. I shall inform George Thompson about this.""And where is George now? Why can't we seem to find him again?" Tristan, always puzzled by George's disappearances, looked at Henry. "Don't tell me he's busy again?""I have no idea either," Henry shrugged and headed to the kitchen to prepare their catch for lunch. "We better grill these," he said, holding up the freshly caught fish.Mr.
"Winona has been kidnapped," Margaret announced to her family with trembling voixe, shattering their world. A sense of panic permeated the air in the hused and opulent halls of the Willow Creek. Madame Ofelia was overcome with shock and disbelief, her fail hands flying to her mouth as a gasp of horror escaped her. In a moment of unbearable anguis, she lost consciousness. Her body slumping lifelessly onto the plush chair behind her. While the sibling faced each other, their faces etched with unspoken emotions. A thick silence hung in the air, suffocating them both. "William? How could you let this happen??" Margaret's voice broke the stillness, her words laced with accusation. William's eyes narrowed, a flicker of anger igniting within him. "Margaret, don't blame me. You were too busy running your precious company to take care of your sister.""Excuse me??" Margaret retorted, incredulous. "As if I have no other responsibilities besides that?! You should have been watching over her
The massive iron gates swung open, revealing the sprawling manicured grounds and the stately Ravenstone mansion as the sleek limousine pulled up to the main entrance, George Logan Thompson, took a deep breath before stepping out. Henry's heart raced because he had been gone for several days as George Thompson, he was worried that Mr. Howard might starting to notice his unusual behavior with his dual identities. A tall, slender man with a receding hairline and a piercing gaze greeted him. It was Mr. Nolan Howard, the butler. "Young Master!" Mr. Howard said, his voice as smooth as polished granite. "It is an unexpected pleasure to see you return. We have been informed that you're involved with rescuing the young Wellington." "Yes, yes, Howard. They needed my help so I helped them and thankfully we saved Winona Wellington." George answered.Mr. Howard raised an inquisitive eyebrow, 'I am glad to hear that, Young Master. However I noticed your seem attached to the Wellington, and is it